It is difficult to adequately describe the painfulness of this production. Pantomime at its worst is probably a good start. The recipe is; not just one but two incredibly camp and bitchy gay men that can only be described as queens, one horribly overacted horsey English type woman with New Age fever, and an ‘Oirish’ nun with the kind of accent that still has you cringing when you remember it two days later. Mix them all in with a lot, and I mean a lot, of cheap, crude, off-colour jokes about sex and homosexuality and a lot of screaming insults at each other and here’s what you have-boredom.
Marcus is the only character that’s actually acting and he is drowned out by all the others who seem to think a show should be a cross between teeth-grindingly cheerful children’s TV and late-night, Channel Five soft porn. Within the show, the characters are supposed to be putting on a play and there own assessment of that attempt are the funniest lines in the show given that they’re actually ironic testimonies to the show itself. Some fabulous examples: ‘This is all a load of bollocks, I can think of far better ways to spend my evening’ and ‘Stop, stop! You all look ridiculous!’
Spare yourselves the horror.
0/5
Brid-Aine Conway
